Yi Cheng sat up from the bed all at once.

There is an extra line of words in the system -

"Before the end of the trip to the Chinese Poetry Conference, write a poem that touches the goddess of literature, and the genre is not limited."

Yi Cheng couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

It's the same mission, but this time with a time limit.

It's a little tricky.

Yi Cheng rubbed his brows uncomfortably.

Originally, I wanted to say that if there was no time limit, he would just keep dragging it out like this.

At least the status quo is perfect.

Not only can he continue to use the dream system to learn, but he can also alternately exist whether it is Mo Xiaotian or the goddess of literature.

No one has anything to lose.

However, this garbage system does not give him a chance to exploit loopholes at all.

There was only a month to go before the Chinese Poetry Conference, and by the end of the Poetry Conference, Yi Cheng would have to open the box containing Schrödinger's cat.

……

The next day, in the school, Yi Cheng found Mo Xiaotian.

Now the goddess of literature.

Just like Mo Xiaotian said before, it seems that the goddess of literature has more and more time to dominate the body.

"You know, no one can escape, what should come will always come." The goddess of literature said calmly.

"Hey, don't be so calm." Yi Cheng looked at her a little worriedly, "After all, it's about your life and death. ”

"For me, it's just a projection."

"Hmm...... So, are you willing to return your body to Mo Xiaotian? Yi Cheng looked at her like a monster, "Don't you care about disappearing?" ”

"You're a strange person." The goddess of literature stared at him with some dissatisfaction, and said coldly, "It's not that I should give up projection. I also have things that I want to use to accomplish. ”

What to use to get it done?

Yi Cheng looked at her suspiciously.

After a few seconds, staring at him with some impatience, the goddess of literature turned her head angrily.

"Are you sick? Why are you staring at me? ”

"Oooh. Understand. Yi Cheng nodded.

He suddenly had a foreboding feeling that what the goddess of literature was going to accomplish had a lot to do with him.

Is there any way to keep both souls alive?

Yi Cheng touched his chin.

He will get a dungeon reward for clearing the dungeon, and he can't get an entity that allows the Goddess of Literature to get the same as Gong Sinan.

But it's a bit too risky to gamble like this.

But if he didn't clear the dungeon, he instinctively felt that he would lose at least one of them when the time came.

Although the goddess of literature is not as cute as Mo Xiaotian, she always has a straight face and a cold and arrogant look, but ......

emmm……

However, Yi Cheng thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't think of any merit other than the fact that the goddess of literature could provide him with learning ability.

Hey, poor girl, what a failed character.

"So which side the hell are you on?!" The goddess of literature narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Of course I ......" Yi Cheng said to his lips, but his mind went blank.

He sighed and said, "Of course I'm on Mo Xiaotian's side." ”

He is not wrong to say so, Mo Xiaotian is Mo Xiaotian, and the goddess of literature is also Mo Xiaotian.

In general, they have only one body in the world, and they have only one name.

"It's too cunning for you to answer that." The goddess of literature clasped her hands.

"Huh."

Yi Cheng sneered twice, paused for two seconds, and then looked back at her.

"What?" The goddess of literature was nervous by him.

"You know what, when you're not smiling, it's like you're bringing your own air conditioning."

The goddess of literature ...... took a deep breath, eager to find a brick to shoot him to death here.

"But, when you laugh," Isei said with a laugh, "the whole world is clear." ”

“…… Ay? ”

The goddess of literature breathed sluggishly, and the whole person froze on the rooftop.

"Okay, I'll go back to creating." Yi Cheng shook his head and walked down from the rooftop.

He didn't have time to notice—

Behind him, the goddess of literature bowed her head and smiled, shining like a galaxy.

The whole sky cleared.

……

Before going to bed at night, Yi Cheng sent the written [love poem] to Mo Xiaotian through a text message.

[A glimpse shocks the soul, and the shadow silently pays attention to it.

The heart of spring is full of flowers, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray. 】

Ah, the first time I saw you, I was amazed by you, and your glimpse made my soul shake.

I have never forgotten your shadow.

The wish for a beautiful love must not compete with the spring flowers, because every inch of lovesickness has turned into ashes.

Yi Cheng pursed the corners of his lips, very confident in the poems he had written.

Any girl would be impressed, right?

You see, I think you're thinking about it and your thoughts have turned to ashes.

The last two sentences are from Li Shangyin's "Untitled: Sassy East Wind and Drizzle".

Li Shangyin is a famous infatuated man in history, and he is a good hand at writing love poems.

He writes love poems with lingering compassion, which is simply shocking and crying ghosts and gods, so that people can't consciously feel the pain of longing after reading it.

Less than a minute later, the other party replied to his message-

"There's no sense of ritual at all."

……

[I like that you are smiling, as if the weather is blooming.]

You gaze at me from above, and my gaze can't reach it.

It's as if your smile blooms like a flower, like a faint dark fragrance, waiting for the spring rain to moisturize.

Like all the ethereals shook my heart.

You emerge from all the silence and fill my surroundings.

You are like my heart, a ghost that is entangled.

You are like the word dream. 】

[I like that you are smiling, like beautiful music.]

You laugh like moonlight, falling all over the ground.

You gaze at me from above, and my gaze can't reach it.

You keep me immersed in your gaze, silent.

We look at each other like two sides of a mirror.

Your side face is beautiful and wandering, with a breathtaking verve.

Your silence is the softness of the moonlight, soft and gradual into my heart. 】

[I like that you are smiling, as if you have disappeared.]

Distant and sad, as if you were asleep.

At this point, a word, a smile, is enough.

And I will be full of joy, even if it is not true happiness. 】

"There's no real feeling at all."

The goddess of literature silently threw the letter in the trash.

Yi Cheng's heart ached.

"It's something I've worked so. How can you say that you just throw it? ”

"This poem is a parody of Pablo Neruda, right?" The goddess of literature looked at him coldly and said, "

Me Gustas Cuando Callas

Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente……”

"Okay, I'm wrong, can't I be wrong?" Yi Cheng shook his head.

Although he couldn't understand a word, he also knew that the goddess of literature was the standard pronunciation of the original poem.

Neruda is Chilean and the poem is written in Spanish.

To know and speak so fluently, this guy is simply not a person.

Neruda's love poem "I Like You Are Silent" is world-famous and has been translated into hundreds of different languages.

He just borrowed the form, but he adapted a lot.

Hey, it's a pity that the goddess doesn't know how to appreciate.

Yi Cheng shook his head and sighed, and walked back to his classroom silently.

"Stop copying other people's poems." The goddess of literature commanded behind him.

"Got it."

Yi Cheng waved his hand.

After the two of them left, a fat man from the next class picked up Yi Cheng's letter from it.

"Damn, don't waste it."

"In this world, how many sisters can know what Baba is?"

It turns out that the fat man was right.

He successfully relied on Yi Cheng's poems to get his sister paper, of course, this is another story.

……

Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Yi Cheng and Mo Xiaotian got on the high-speed train to the capital.

This was his first trip to the capital.

The mood at this time is like that of a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam in ancient times.

It's just—

I don't know if I can meet a beautiful female ghost on the way.

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